so the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained and all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain all these bruises and misuses will become scars just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts

i’m losing grip only holding on by finger tips

cry crimson tears without you cry crimson tears without you cry crimson tears without you crimson tears

so the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke but my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson i soak all this pain corrupts my soul discoloured within all the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin

i’m losing grip only holding on by finger tips

cry crimson tears without you cry crimson tears without you cry crimson tears without you crimson tears